#{ ic int. }

[littlebabyatlas]

vanilla mocha regressor board !

#sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw int only #agere #age regression #noncom agere #agere edit #agere boy #agere moodboard #based on the vanilla cupcake and mocha ice cream i'm about to eat :3

[clippedwingsmuses]

🇨‌🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇸‌🇹‌🇦‌🇷‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ - @ahogedetective 🇦‌🇨‌🇦‌🇩‌🇪‌🇲‌🇾‌ 🇱‌🇮‌🇫‌🇪‌ 🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇸‌🇪‌ / 🇩‌🇦‌🇳‌🇬‌🇦‌🇳‌ 🇸‌🇦‌🇱‌🇲‌🇴‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇴‌🇩‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌: 🇮‌🇲‌🇵‌🇷‌🇴‌🇻‌

today is just one of many days where kokichi's boredom reaches a peak. it's gotten to the point where it's absolutely unbearable. he feels like he'll just die from it! he won't, of course, but that's just one of many things that he loves to overdramatize.

most of his day has been spent wandering around, sort of observing what the others on the schoolgrounds have been up to. really, he's just looking for someone that'll be the most fun to mess with. who has the biggest reactions to his antics, who's the most likely to stave off his boredom with some 'interesting' conversation topics...

unfortunately, he's coming up with blanks. mostly in part due to the fact that it's unfair for him to judge who can tolerate him when they all refuse to get near him. but, not everyone's like that, right?

...ah! that gives him the perfect idea actually.

he's giggling to himself as he makes the trip back inside. there's only one person who he didn't see standing around, talking about whatever and doing what was most definitely something boring. and trying to get under their skin was going to be the most fun.

he's not trying to hide his presence when he heads back inside, almost trying to ensure that his footfalls were loud and sure to draw attention. that's not unusual of him either; his presence as a whole demanded others' eyes to be on him. the loudest stomps of his feet are right outside one of the research lab doors.

and the next loudest noises come from him slamming open the door and yelling.

" shu - i - chii! "

kokichi whines like a child as his expression morphs from the cheery look of before to the usual glossy-eyed look he put on whenever he wanted something. he even sniffles and wipes his eyes as he walks into the room, not caring enough to ask permission to enter. not that he was going to ask anyways; he did practically kick open the door.

#mun msg: hope you enjoy this!! #mun msg: writing kokichi being annoying is fun lol #mun msg: lmk if theres anything you want changed!! #:/: closed starter #:/: KOKICHI . ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʀᴜᴇ #:/: thread #:/: ic #:/: int. ahogedetective #:/: v.: academy life

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@faultyconscience said: "I'm not a good man. Not anymore." - remus to wynonna

        Wynonna doesn't say anything at first, just looks at him sitting on the edge of her guest bed. He's clearly been through a great deal since their parting, yet she doesn't quite believe him when he says he isn't good anymore. She can't. “...I'm not asking you to be a good man.” She tosses him a small bag with some self-care supplies inside. “In case you want a shave.” A pause, then a shrug. “You look like a caveman.”

#re; wynonna earp. ( reckless is kind of my brand ) #ic; wynonna. #answers; wynonna. #faultyconscience #faultyconscience (remus) #v; wynonna hp2nd. ( chivalry fell on its sword ) #int; wynonna & remus.

[faultyconscience]

@mendinggashes said: ❝ things don't go like they should. ❞ Cassie @ Rumple

"That is a matter of perspective." He replied simply. From his point of view, things were going exactly as they should. She was awake, Sheriff Graham was well on his way to waking up...Regina's curse was already crumbling and Ms. Swan had only been in town a short while.

#.answers ( rumpelstiltskin ) #.ic ( rumpelstiltskin ) #.int ( rum & cassie ) #i went w/ur ouat verse stuff bc it's been a while since i've watched the syfy one :)

[citrinitxs]

What a view... How about a quick break so I can sketch this beautiful scenery?

DISCLAIMER: This blog is a roleplay and interaction blog (SFW). The admin DOES NOT roleplay NSFW threads unless with close friends.

Greetings. My name is Albedo. It must be your first time coming to the camp, hm? If you are lost, you may peruse through these books. If you have any questions, you may reach out to me for inquiries. Thank you for coming. -> Favonius Handbook -> Process of Alchemy -> Creator of Kreideprinz -> Albedo's Sketchbook -> PSA from Alice

#alchemy records... ⟡ #forbidden creation... ⟡ #tried and tested procedure... ⟡ #> tags: #> sent by the favonius... ⟡ (reblog) #> beckoning of the 'unknown'... ⟡ (starter call) #> written by albedo... ⟡ (ic) #> written by alice... ⟡ (ooc) #> tried and tested procedure... ⟡ (pinned) #> alchemy records... ⟡ (blog navi) #> forbidden creation... ⟡ (do not rb) #> master's final words... ⟡ (important/psa) #> traveler (name)... ⟡ (anon/mutual) #> currently experimenting with (anon)... ⟡ (int. w/ mutual/anon) #> sin of mankind... ⟡ (lore abt: alice) #> birth of chalk... ⟡ (lore abt: albedo)

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @multiparked   ⟶   ❛  ❛   do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?   ❜ (kyle @ craig LMAOOO)  ❜   ╱   (  dangerous , accepting .  )

Craig answered quickly, “Of course not.”  It was hard to tell if they were taking steps forward or back.  He had always wanted Kyle to acknowledge his part in the bullshit between him and Tweek, but ow that that was happening, Kyle was, perhaps rightly, looking at him like he was a monster.  And sure, he was.  It took a special kind of fucked up to do everything he had, but at least, he regretted it.

“I’m trying to do better.”  Craig had his arms crossed over his chest, probably not the most inviting stance, but it was a habit to go on the defensive, even subconsciously, when his relationship with Tweek was brought up.  “I’ve not hurt anyone since Tweek.”

Actually, that was not entirely true.  He still got in the occasional fight here or there.  But when it came to dating, as much as he hadn’t done a lot of that seriously, he kept his fists to himself.  “Well… nobody actually important to me, anyway.”  And Tweek was important to him, and Craig learned that he didn’t enjoy being that way to the few people in the world who mattered to him.

He chuckled a little, although he knew the joke he was about to make was dreadful.  “That’s why I take everything out on the shit on the counter instead.”

#ic :: ( craig ) #int :: ( answered ) #ver :: college ( craig ) #multiparked

[friendscfmine]

▸   @sinshosted​   ⟶   ❛  "Oh, demons aren't so bad. You just have to keep them well-fed." //from ava forrrrr michael? or honestly any of them. whoever fits ur fancy.  ❜   ╱   (  percy jackson & the last olympian , accepting .  )

“Well, I never said they were bad or that I was scared of them,” Michael protested.  He had seen Cthulu, after all, and didn’t even go insane from it, although the mind-numbing boredom and bitter disappointment he had experienced felt like they would be enough to tip him over the edge all the time.  So, this is how it happens, he had thought, realizing he couldn’t even get out of school the next day.

He was one of the rare children his age who was already taller than Ava, and he peered down at her with an unbroken gaze that betrayed his interest, hands in his pockets, cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s good to know, though.”  A pause.  “What do they eat?”

#ic :: ( michael ) #int :: ( answered ) #ver :: main ( michael ) #sinshosted

[c1tyhaunts]

SYMBOLS STARTER CALL. @lotuskissed: 🩹  for  an  injured  /  sick  starter .

MESSY, MESSY, MESSY; tonight wasn't as easy as the previous ones, was it? You were in over your head, as usual; you didn't even think twice about how to go about your assault tonight. Walkman pinned to your torn jeans, headphones blaring Hip To Be Square like you're Patrick fucking Bateman, cutting through the Russians like they're squealing pigs and you're the butcher. You felt it: sparks traveling through your bloodstream, the high straight in your brain. You were blind, caught in the rush, and the beat-by-beat. It only took a second before you looked back, horns blaring in your airphones, and then came the loud crack on your own skull—

"But, you should see the other guy," Richard's dry laugh echoes in the empty hallway outside of Ramona's apartment, rumbling as it came deep from his chest. The coy joke falls flat, however, as his face stays motionless, glossed, and deadpanned. Richard stands tall before her, almost completely unfazed by the steady stream of blood that soaked and crusted up strands of his strawberry-blonde hair down to his chin. His signature jacket spotted with speckles of blood, and clearly, not all of it was his own.

It's a scary sight, but Richard wasn't thinking that far ahead. He recalled Ramona lived close to the last assignment, and it may have been better to find someone to patch his head instead of driving all the way back home. Adrenaline can keep him walking, but he wasn't going to die drunk against the wheel, high off of the endorphins.

Plus, who knows? Maybe company is what he needed after a good night out.

"Can you patch me up real quick?" Richard asked simply, pointing to his general person. "I, uh, don't think I have time to go to a hospital just yet."

#▶⌜ver. modern⌟ #▶⌜richard fritz / jacket. ic⌟ #▶⌜int. jacket & ramona⌟ #This man has the fucking AUDACITY #▶⌜next up :: queue⌟

[jackokinnies]

@a-darling-angel:

“this isnt night to day makeup, this is night to the grave sis” (angel to jack)

❝ Yeah! That was the point! ❞ He gestures to his face . . . Well. If someone couldn't tell he's goth from the black clothing and piercings . . . they certainly can from the eyeliner and dark . . . marks under his eyes? They look like they got punched in both eyes.

. . . Yeah, drawing on paper was always more his thing. Makeup is a whole other skill set he does NOT have.

He hands over his makeup . . . which entirely consists of a stick of eyeliner and drying mascara. Yikes. ❝ Why don't you have a go, then? ❞

#them <3 #𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞. — { ic int. } #𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! — { ft. afta angel } #adarlingangel

[mojoomojojo]

Mmmm I bet it would just feel soooo good to be so empty right now 😌 Remember what it felt like to leak? Back when you had permission? Ahhhh I bet that felt soooo gooodddd~

😭😭 ohhhhhhhh be nice to me i gotta goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

#its all ic an think about just going int omy underwerar just GOing

[clippedwingsmuses]

🇨‌🇱‌🇴‌🇸‌🇪‌🇩‌ 🇸‌🇹‌🇦‌🇷‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ - @blightts 🇨‌🇷‌🇴‌🇸‌🇸‌🇴‌🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌ 🇻‌🇪‌🇷‌🇸‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌: 🇫‌🇮‌🇷‌🇸‌🇹‌ 🇲‌🇪‌🇪‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌

this week was setting up to be a joyride for professor sumire.

really, the professor was surprised at how slack the regulations of this region were compared to galar. though she had chosen to bring along only her noctowl and settle the rest of her pokemon within boxes, she still found herself impressed with the unique was that paldea functioned.

travelling paldea had been an experience, despite how little time she had authorized herself to spend there. after all, she couldn't spend that much time away from her home region. and she still needed to get further clearance for her next locations.

it took days before she heard a response so that her research could continue. she decided she would spend her last day in unova. she had heard rumors in passing of a new addition to the region; the blueberry academy. and according to her reports from her paldea expeditions, it was set to be a new home base for her research into pokemon terastalization.

throughout the day, the main pokemon court was littered with people. students and staff all each came together for pokemon battles, and it was here that most of her research took place. she settled herself on a side of the surrounding area furthest from most of the people. it was a good view, and it wasn't as loud as the other available spaces. at least here, she was able to hear the sounds of her pen gliding across the papers stacked atop her clipboard.

really, what might draw attention or drive others away would be the constant buzz of her pokedex lighting up, and the way her noctowl familiar might squeak out its signature cry of frustration after a few separate buzzes. sumire had ordered it to keep watch on the pokedex while she continued her research, and it wasn't the happiest with the constant noise.

so many pokemon were being used in battle here that she had never seen in galar before, and many paldea pokemon she had only seen from a distance. occasionally she would glance down at the pokedex propped up one one of her noctowl's talons, and read what little of the entries she could. in the blink of an eye they would change, as yet another battler sent out a new pokemon to replace their defeated companion.

the battle on the court ahead changes once more, and the sparkling shine of a new tera-type reflects through her glasses twice as bright as it would for any normal gaze. she mumbles something as she removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to clear the discoloured dots from her vision. it's the first time she's really changed positions since she sat down.

" urgh... " she mumbles in irritation as the spots finally begin to clear.

finally at last, she can slip her glasses back onto her face. the terastylized pokemon ahead are still a blinding light, but the initial transformation is what really gets her.

" does every battle here always end up being this bright..? " she says it to none in particular other than herself. it's a rare moment where she slips and speaks her thoughts out loud.

#mun msg: up to you if you wanna write kieran/carmine!! #mun msg: i couldnt pick between them aha #mun msg: enjoy honse professor #mun msg: let me know if you need me to change format/etc!! #:/: closed starter #:/: TWILIGHT . ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ #:/: int. blightts #:/: ic #:/: v.: crossover #:/: thread

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@faultyconscience said: i choose to be kind. - from remus to wynonna :)

        “Oh, is that what you choose?” Wynonna replies, a certain mocking edge to her voice. “How nice for you.”

#asdfljaslkdfjalksdjf bitchy wynonna strikes again!!!!! #re; wynonna earp. ( reckless is kind of my brand ) #ic; wynonna. #answers; wynonna. #faultyconscience #faultyconscience (remus) #v; wynonna hp. ( something wicked this way comes ) #int; wynonna & remus.

[sinjhopokedex]

@heroesxdemons ❤️ this post for a short starter!

"Hey, Symphony, have you ever seen the Human World that Sinjho is connected to?"

#heroesxdemons #🌟————SRE026A (Squeaks) #🌟————ic #🌟————int: symphony #🌟————ship: beautiful melody (squeaks x symphony)

[faultyconscience]

@heartsdefine said: “i feel like we got off on the wrong foot.” - korra @ lin

"You broken a dozen laws within an hour of being here, destroyed a city block and ran from my officers, causing even more damage to the city. They may have let you do whatever you want in the south pole, but being the Avatar won't get you special treatment here." Lin said, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at the headstrong younger woman.

#.muse ( lin beifong ) #.ic ( lin beifong ) #.heartsdefine ( korra ) #.int ( lin & korra )

[bvlladonnas]

closed / @acosmicdisappointment, for enzo location / that damn car

           ꒰ა  ♡  ໒꒱  --— "  so  what  ice  cream  are  we  getting ? i  want  strawberry.  "  ximena  says  it  with  a  giggle  the  second  she  ducks  into  the  car,  setting  her  bag  on  the  floor  by  her  feet;  she'd  brought  her  crochet  stuff  this  time,  knowing  she'd  probably  be  out  decently  late.  plus  she'd  told  enzo  she  could  teach  him  and  he'd  seemed  excited,  "  and  you  better  not  speed  while  i'm  in  the  car. or go  on  your  phone  while  you're  driving.  i'll  jump  out  and  make  sure  everyone  knows  it  was  your  fault.  "  unfortunately  she'll  never  be  able  to  stop  scolding,  even  when  she's  trying  to  look  cool  and  fun  in  front  of  a  boy. 

#* ic / ximena. #* ft. enzo pernas. #loud sirens sounding int he bg

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @sinshosted   ⟶   ❛  ‘ you’re a feisty little shit, ain’t you? ’ //for either of em from odin >:3  ❜   ╱   (  happy death day , accepting .  )

That was one thing about Tweek, that when he wasn’t freaking out, he could be more confident and even vicious when he wanted to.  Spending time with Craig’s gang was intolerable if you weren’t scrappy yourself, if you couldn’t take a hit directly to the teeth and scramble back to your feet again.

“Yeah!” Tweek grinned, temporarily breaking character to beam with pride.  His face, arms, and chest were adorned with bold black-painted triangles, and he wore a brown cape fashioned out of an old coffee sack and decorated with dusty faux fur picked up at the craft store.  It was much easier to feel strong and in control as a barbarian.

Then, he leveled his bow with its suction cup arrow at Odin again.  No more messing around.  “You’re trespassing through Dark Lord territory, and you s-still haven’t given me a good reason not to shoot you!”

#ic :: ( tweek ) #int :: ( answered ) #ver :: main ( tweek ) #sinshosted #//for the first time in a while i have more craig drafts than tweek ones #//so you get this baby boy #//the babiest of boys